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    Morax, King of the Summer Fae, wants an heir so he can finally retire. After twenty-seven failed marriages, he entertains his nemesis the Tsaritsa's wager and takes Tartaglia as his consort.

    At a low table set aside for refreshments and entertainment, he folds his legs under him and plants his palms in his lap, the picture of practised elegance were it not for the sly grin that splits his face and gives him the airs of a self-satisfied fox.

    "I've heard my husband is a fierce tactician," Tartaglia says, curling his words into the shape of poisonous flowers. He tilts his head, and the fringe of his fire hair only half hides his mirth. "My enemies call me one, too. Care to join me for a game?"

    His long, soot-tipped fingers skip over boundaries of twinkling nacre. He drums his tidied, manicured nails upon the lacquered sandbearer board before him, and Morax, for reasons unknown—reasons he will not ponder—goes to him as a moth does to flame.

    Or, eight thousand words of one man seducing his husband.

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    28 Jan 2026

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    reading this felt like I was trespassing on an intimate scene that I shouldn't be seeing, while being completely innocent. I adored this, it made me feel giddy the whole time!

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    [Time passes oddly. Between one second and the next, Sokka has the Fire Lord pinned to the wall with his hands around the bastard’s throat. Golden eyes (one gold eye, his mind whispers) widen in shock.

    “Sokka?” he chokes out. And then he smiles.

    What the fuck?

    “Sokka, I—”

    Sokka slams his head against the wall, once, twice, and the smile wipes off his face. Good.

    What,” Sokka bites out, “have you done to my sister?”]

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    An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage.

    But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.

    Yeah, nah.

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    23 Feb 2024

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    “I think he’s sick.” Bato says flatly. “So unless you want the next meeting to include the Fire Lord puking all over the budget scrolls, maybe see if he's okay?”

    Hakoda glances up the hallway, like perhaps Katara will appear and take over dealing with the prickly teenager. Of course, his daughter is off treating injured refugees with the Avatar, and Bato is still staring at him expectantly, arms crossed.

    “Fine,” He sighs, and he claps Bato on the cheek before heading into the room.

    Or: Zuko falls ill not long after Ozai's defeat. Hakoda sits with him and learns some unpleasant truths about his childhood.

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    16 Feb 2024

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    Zuko tries.

    Agni, he tries. Uncle wants so desperately for him to do the right thing, and he wants to, he does, he does, he does- 

    So when the Water Tribe girl looks at him with wild eyes, begging for help, and Azula raises one eyebrow with a sneer, Zuko chooses. 

    Azula’s scream of anger when he blasts a fireball in her direction is almost worth the twenty Dai Li agents that immediately surround him.

    (or: Zuko is taken prisoner by Azula in the catacombs. Turns out, being kept miles away from the sun isn't so great for your bending.)

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    Iroh had been worried that the gentle tea server from Ba Sing Se wouldn’t survive the Fire Palace. But he can see traces of him in this young prince, this almost-Fire Lord.

    Ozai didn’t crush Zuko the way he had intended. He survived. He grew strong, and gentle, and more honourable than Ozai could ever imagine.

    And Iroh is so proud of him.

     

    Follows Iroh’s thoughts on his nephew in Book 2 and Book 3 and beyond.

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